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The Diary of a Nobody
·
George Grossmith Weedon Grossmith
53
NOVEMBER
14.—
Everybody
so
far
has
accepted
for
our
quite
grand
little
party
for
to-morrow.
Mr.
Perkupp,
in
a
nice
letter
which
I
shall
keep,
wrote
that
he
was
dining
in
Kensington,
but
if
he
could
get
away,
he
would
come
up
to
Holloway
for
an
hour.
Carrie
was
busy
all
day,
making
little
cakes
and
open
jam
puffs
and
jellies.
She
said
she
felt
quite
nervous
about
her
responsibilities
to-morrow
evening.
We
decided
to
have
some
light
things
on
the
table,
such
as
sandwiches,
cold
chicken
and
ham,
and
some
sweets,
and
on
the
sideboard
a
nice
piece
of
cold
beef
and
a
Paysandu
tongue—
for
the
more
hungry
ones
to
peg
into
if
they
liked.
Gowing
called
to
know
if
he
was
to
put
on
“swallow-tails”
to-morrow.
Carrie
said
he
had
better
dress,
especially
as
Mr.
Franching
was
coming,
and
there
was
a
possibility
of
Mr.
Perkupp
also
putting
in
an
appearance.
Gowing
said:
“Oh,
I
only
wanted
to
know,
for
I
have
not
worn
my
dress-coat
for
some
time,
and
I
must
send
it
to
have
the
creases
pressed
out.”
After
Gowing
left,
Lupin
came
in,
and
in
his
anxiety
to
please
Daisy
Mutlar,
carped
at
and
criticised
the
arrangements,
and,
in
fact,
disapproved
of
everything,
including
our
having
asked
our
old
friend
Cummings,
who,
he
said,
would
look
in
evening-dress
like
a
green-grocer
engaged
to
wait,
and
who
must
not
be
surprised
if
Daisy
took
him
for
one.
I
fairly
lost
my
temper,
and
said:
“Lupin,
allow
me
to
tell
you
Miss
Daisy
Mutlar
is
not
the
Queen
of
England.
I
gave
you
credit
for
more
wisdom
than
to
allow
yourself
to
be
inveigled
into
an
engagement
with
a
woman
considerably
older
than
yourself.
I
advise
you
to
think
of
earning
your
living
before
entangling
yourself
with
a
wife
whom
you
will
have
to
support,
and,
in
all
probability,
her
brother
also,
who
appeared
to
be
nothing
but
a
loafer.”
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